Uncle Mervyn Pt. 01: Michelle

Mervyn had always been a perv...and now he was an old perv. From as early as he could remember, he had always been cursed with being physically quite repugnant to girls and women, whilst also suffering with a huge sex drive. Resulting in years of frustrations. He had always been quite ugly, even in his younger years, short and overweight. Now approaching his 70's, he had become much more overweight and balding. Due to his lack of any interest from women over the years, he had done little to try and turn the tide and spent little on bothering with his personal hygiene, being quite sweaty and smelly and boasting a gross array of yellowing teeth and stinky breath. To many purposes, he could not care less now -- living on his own in the small house he had inherited from his long-deceased parents. He lived an incredibly quiet life, keeping himself to himself. The only bane on his relatively simple life was the lack of female contact over the years, which led to much frustration and copious masturbation, considering his high sex drive.

Mostly he didn't go out, even having his shopping delivered online. He knew how repulsive he must be to the female sex in social situations, the odd time he did go out, seeing them visibly cringe back from him...not even trying to hide the reaction. This suited him to a certain degree...the less he went out, the less females he saw, which kept his urges to a manageable level. The last time he had gone out a few weeks ago had been almost excruciating, going to the local shop to pick up some essential items should have been relatively uneventful. However, upon collecting his few items and reaching the front of the shop to pay, he noticed that the store owners had employed a very pretty young girl to checkout for customers. Waiting in the queue, and unable to stop himself from peeking longer and longer glances at her, his mind worked overtime, her long sexy hair, gorgeous face and cute smile, the promise of her young body beneath the store uniform meant that once he reached the front he was having to hold the basket containing his goods in front of him to hide the huge throbbing hard-on she had caused, tenting out his trousers. Nature had been particularly cruel to Mervyn, cursing him with his ugliness, but in an ironic swipe, also blessing him with what could only be described as a huge cock. He managed to pay for his items awkwardly and leave the shop without embarrassing himself, however the incident resulted in him not only sneaking out from the anonymity of his house on a few occasions to purchase random items from the shop, so he could get another look at her close up, but also fueled almost two weeks' worth of frantic masturbation....all at her expense. Mervyn usually needed to masturbate at least once per day to be able to function...but on occasions like this, he could feel the need up to 3 or 4 times each day.

Over the years, Mervyn's lust would grow and increase, but the triggers seemed to be largely the same. He loved the look of pretty young feminine girls with tight waists and (as he got older) firm figured sexy women just the same as the next man. But there were some things which caused Mervyn's cock to almost immediately engorge to its full stiff 9 inches. Mervyn was very much a legs man, and always had been. Being relatively indifferent over the years regarding boobs, there was nothing that would drive Mervyn crazy like a shapely pair of legs on a girl or woman. Just the mere sight of a pair of smooth shapely calves and thighs in a short skirt would almost literally have Mervyn on his knees in seconds, wanking...his fevered mind thinking about how they would feel wrapped around him. Mervyn had his favourites, he preferred brunettes rather than blondes....and a sexy little redhead would always make his spunk rise.

Mervyn, in combination with his desire for shapely legs and thighs, had developed an almost unbearable fetish over the years for stockings and suspenders and high heels. Just the merest hint of a girl with shapely legs wearing nylons would have Mervyn uncontrollably wanking -- the thought of those defined calves and firm thighs encased in smooth diaphanous nylons and strappy suspenders making his huge cock grow to unbearable proportions and needing immediate attention. Seeing a girl in silky pantyhose just led to fantasies about her wearing stockings and suspenders instead and a view of bare female legs -- Mervyn's immediate thought was to think how they would look draped in silky nylons and frilly suspenders. It even got to the point of women not even needing to be that attractive to Mervyn, sometimes even facially ugly, as long as they had shapely legs, fit for stockings and suspenders, he was unable to think about anything else.

Mervyn was able to keep his fetish mostly to himself, with only the odd indiscretion where a woman would notice him perving over her legs, causing him to hurry away in embarrassment -- storing up the mental image of those legs for later. All until he finally met his ultimate nemesis. Mervyn's only surviving relatives where his younger brother and his family, which consisted of his wife and their only child, Michelle, their teenage daughter. Mervyn had not seen them much over the years but had been unable to not notice Michelle as she grew older. Now 19, Michelle had been on Mervyn's thoughts ever since she was at high school. The problem was that Michelle pretty much brought all of Mervyn's fetishes to life in one person. For a start, Michelle had long curly naturally red hair, something Mervyn had always had a major weakness for. Framing her gorgeous face (which had become even more beautiful as she grew older) and the cutest smile, Michelle had also developed in ways that almost caused poor Mervyn to have a heart attack on the few occasions he saw her. Michelle had the most amazing figure, slim but not too thin, a small waist, but shapely hips and a tight arse. She also had quite an impressive set of heaving boobs...but these were nothing compared to her legs. Michelle had a habit of wearing quite tight short dresses, either that or short pleated skirts, which revealed a lot of thigh. Michelle's legs were just the most perfect as far as Mervyn was concerned, firm smooth toned thighs, cute knees and the shapeliest of calves -- almost maybe just a little on the chunky side. Mervyn always came out in an unbearable sweat in the presence of Michelle, unable to stop himself from furtive glances at her thighs and legs and, Mervyn being Mervyn, unable to stop himself thinking about how those horny legs would look in stockings and suspenders. There was no respite, even if he managed to drag his eyes away from those thighs of hers, it meant drawing his eyes up to her face and cute smile...and that hair, always wondering how it would feel to bury his face in that lovely curly red hair, or staring down at her, her orange locks spread out around her face on the pillow. Needless to say, that Michelle was Mervyn's number one wank...he spent a lot of time thinking about her on and off over the years...and the times he would visit his brother's family and see Michelle in the flesh would inevitably lead to weeks of wanking about her until he almost literally pulled his cock off!

Mervyn's problem with Michelle, unknown to him, was about to reach a head. He had had to contact his brother recently as he had fallen on hard times. Whilst inheriting his own house and living off the state due to health problems, Mervyn had always managed to get by. But he was in need of some cash and had had to swallow what little pride he had and ask his brother for a short-term loan. His brother had been reticent at first, his wife making her thoughts on Mervyn quite clear, but after all, it was his only brother. He had agreed to drop the cash around to Mervyn's this morning. Mervyn had thought about doing some tidying up of the house, and also bothering to wash himself (something which was usually only a weekly occurrence) -- maybe even clean his teeth, for the visit of his brother. However, after considering the effort required, and the knowledge that his brother knew full well how much of a slob Mervyn was, he didn't think it would make much difference and so sat in his lounge waiting for his brother to arrive.

A quiet knock at his front door brought Mervyn out of his thoughts as he unhurriedly got up and shuffled from the lounge to the hall, never rushing and taking his time. Getting close to the door, the knock came again, almost timid, not the kind of knock you would expect from someone who was expected. Mervyn glanced around the edge of the door through the small pane of frosted glass either side of the door and had the shock of his life on seeing an unexpected and unmistakable splurge of orange out there. His mind only confused for a second, before the reality crashing in....oh my god, he thought, could it be? The knock came again to raise him from his thoughts and he moved to peer through the eyehole in the door -- confirming his thoughts, or were they secret wishes?....there stood in front of the door was Michelle. Staring at her face and long curly red hair, Mervyn already felt his cock rear up in his grubby trousers. "Oh fuck..." he breathed, his eyes instantly travelling down to checkout her legs. His cock throbbed almost painfully as he took in the sight of what Michelle was wearing, she appeared to be wearing a mid-thigh pleated skirt and (oh my god!) black smooth pantyhose. Mervyn's mind already going at a hundred miles a minute, thinking of Michelle's legs and thighs and how they would look in stockings and suspenders (his number one fantasy), realising that her skirt was far too short to hide stocking tops if she was wearing them (and why on earth would she be his mind clanged. A teenager having to deliver something as an errand to her stinky old uncle isn't exactly something she would dress up for, is it!). Saying that, even the sight of those legs of hers in smooth shiny pantyhose would be enough to keep Mervyn in wank fantasies for a month. It was then he heard her through the door, sounding uncertain and even a little concerned. "Uncle Mervyn?....are you there?....are you ok?" she asked through the door. He had to clear his throat, he suddenly felt like his heart was in it as he gurgled back "i...is that you, Michelle?...". "Yes Uncle Mervyn, it's me. My dad asked me to drop this envelope over for you this morning on my way into town" she replied. Mervyn couldn't wait any longer to get a good look and reached down to unlock and open the door. He was greeted with the full view of Michelle in all her young loveliness. Of course, Mervyn's eyes went immediately down to give those thighs and calves of Michelle's a long lingering look, his cock twitching at how smooth and silky they looked in the shiny black pantyhose she was wearing. Realising he had probably spent just a little too long staring at her legs, he forced himself to look up to meet her face, noticing a slight uncertainty in her expression and realising that she had probably worked out he had been staring at her legs.

"Hello Michelle" he said, trying to keep his voice even and forcing his eyes not to stray from hers and back down again. Her smile returned, if only she knew how cute and horny it was....in fact she probably did for the boys, but not for Uncle Mervyn. "Hi Uncle Mervyn. I've got this for you from my dad" she said, raising the envelope up in order to hand it over. "Maybe you'd better come in..." Mervyn said, his heart beating so fast he could feel it in his throat as he stepped aside. "err....ok" Michelle conceded and stepped into the house past him. "Go through into the back room" Mervyn said to her, knowing it would mean he could get a good look at her from behind as she walked up the hall. Mervyn's cock was already almost fit to burst through his smelly trousers as he took in the sight, Michelle's long curly red hair was now long enough to be down to midway on her back, the curls and ringlets bouncing as she walked up the hall. Her walk, causing her slim but shapely hips to swish from side to side, this not escaping Mervyn's notice. But it was below this where Mervyn's attention was. Her short pleated skirt coming to mid thigh, revealing a lot of smooth black panyhosed thigh and her calves becoming more defined and coltish with age, especially with the modest heels she was wearing. Mervyn couldn't help but reach down and give his cock a rub through his trousers as she walked away down the hall, just suppressing a moan -- he could almost even hear the swish of her nylon thighs against each other as she clopped down the hall and disappearing from view into the back room. Mervyn took this as an opportunity to try to make the tenting of his trousers less prominent before racing after her.

Upon entering the back room, Mervyn noticed Michelle had turned to face the door awaiting him, which gave him a furtive view of the front view, so to speak. Noticing that Michelle had become even more beautiful since the last time he had seen her, she had also taken to wearing makeup now, well she wasn't in high school anymore, his mind pointed out. The application of eye makeup and red lipstick just defined her beauty even more to the point where Mervyn almost didn't notice how her full breasts pressed the fabric of her blouse out...he almost didn't notice....but not quite! She reached up with the envelope again to offer it to him with a smile and he took it from her, almost gurgling "why don't you have a seat?". He noticed her furtive glance at the sofa behind her, noticing how grubby it was, but still lowering herself to perch on the edge. The sofa was so old and lumpy that there wasn't any edge to really perch on anymore, making Michelle drop backwards with an audible cry of surprise, to become fully seated in the mushy sofa seat. The act, making her pleated skirt raise up her thigh somewhat, a fact not lost on Mervyn. There was an audible swish and Mervyn almost loudly moaned as he noticed Michelle crossing her nylon legs in an effort to sit more demurely in the misshapen sofa seat.

"How are you Michelle, I can't remember the last time I saw you?" Mervyn said, wanting to get a conversation going with her. The longer a conversation, the longer amount of time he could spend perving over her legs. The fact was that Mervyn knew full well the last time he had seen Michelle. He had seen her numerous times over the past year or so while she was at the all girls college she attended. Having seen her once in the town, the sight of Michelle in her college uniform had made Mervyn so weak in the knees that he had had to find somewhere to sit and try and control both his racing heartbeat and his raging erection. He would follow this up by making sure at least once a week, sometimes more, over the past year that he would be near the college, out of sight in order to observe Michelle in her uniform, before hurrying home to spend the whole evening wanking over her....edging himself constantly thinking about her long curly red hair, the tightness of the uniform blouse and jacket, the primness of her uniform skirt and of course....the sight of her perfect legs in her college pantyhose. Her pantyhosed legs being the thought which usually defeated his edging, making him explode, shooting thick ropes of his filthy smelly muck across the room as he moaned her name over and over.

"I'm good Uncle Mervyn", she responded, "I think the last time you saw me was back when I was still at school before going to college. I've finished there now too...my dad has me hunting for a job now". Mervyn thought to himself with relief that if Michelle thought the last he had seen her was back when she was in school, then she had not noticed him furtively stalking and following her from college all those times. "So you're looking for a job now Michelle?" he asked -- all the time thinking of what work he would like to put her to. Mervyn opened the envelope and removed the contents, a note from his brother and a handful of cash. He couldn't help notice Michelle's eyes widen a little upon seeing the cash. He read the short note, and then fanned the money quickly totting up that it looked around the £500 amount that his brother had promised to loan to him. Meeting Michelle's eyes, he felt he had to explain, clearly her dad had told her nothing about what was in the envelope, just that she should deliver it. "it's some money that your dad said he would loan to me, I...I've got a few bills to pay and he said he would let me have £500 to help"....Mervyn realised how pathetic this sounded. "oh", Michelle responded meekly, "I don't think I've ever seen that much cash together in one go" she responded lightly with a cute smile on her face. "Really?" Mervyn joked back with her "well, now's your chance Michelle!" he said, moving over and sitting back next to her on the sofa. The smell of her perfume was almost intoxicating, certainly covering up most of the far more unsavory smells of the house and Mervyn himself. He moved his hand, holding the cash towards Michelle to jokingly offer it to her, resting the back of his hand on her stockinged thigh. Laughing to keep it light and not arouse her suspicions, but Mervyn couldn't help but use this as a way of making contact with those perfect legs of hers. Even though the contact was minimal and only to the back of his hand, he still trembled at the thought that he had finally touched her stockinged thigh, after all this time of wondering what it would feel like. He stroked her thigh with his hand as he removed it, feeling the diaphanous nylon of her pantyhose against the back of his hand like electricity. "I'm just imagining what I could do with this!" Michelle giggled jokingly as she fanned the money herself as Mervyn went for broke....he literally couldn't stop himself now, reaching across to place his hand fully on Michelle's crossed thigh just a little above the knee. "I'd probably have to work almost a month for this amount" Michelle sighed as Mervyn started to stroke her thigh. For some reason either Michelle had not noticed Mervyn's lecherous hand working on her thigh, or for some reason wasn't bothered about it. He gained confidence and started to stroke and squeeze that gorgeous nyloned thigh, rubbing further up. The feel for Mervyn was nothing short of heaven, the rasp of his fingers rubbing up and down Michelle's thigh, feeling the silky diaphanous material of her pantyhose and the firm full tautness of her thigh....god, he'd been fantasizing about this for years!

Michelle suddenly paused, as though she had just noticed and looked down at Mervyn's hand as it openly stroked her gorgeous thigh. "err....Uncle Mervyn....erm....should you be doing that?" she asked almost disconnectedly, as they both looked down at his hand rasping up and down her thigh. Their eyes met, her's questioningly, his only slightly alarmed at what he'd done...and been caught doing.

"I....I'm sorry Michelle, I just....I...couldn't help it" he admitted. No point in trying to lie about it now. His hand still stroking her thigh, and noticing that she wasn't doing anything to stop him either. Maybe she's just too shocked to notice he wondered. "You couldn't help what Uncle Mervyn? Touching my legs? Do they cause a problem for you Uncle Mervyn? I've...err....noticed that you spend a lot of time looking at them" Michelle said back, her eyes never leaving his. Mervyn gulped, he couldn't quite believe he was having a conversation with Michelle about her legs, whilst his hand openly rasped up and down her thigh. "Your legs cause huge problems for me Michelle....they always have" he sighed back. "How much of a problem, Uncle Mervyn?" Michelle asked, the hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth as she waggled the money in front of him.

Mervyn reached the point of no return, Michelle hadn't run screaming from the building at the situation so far and all of those years perving over her had taken their toll. He grudgingly removed his hand from her thigh and snatched the money from her hand. Standing up and facing her, allowing the prominence of the tenting of his trousers to be visible to her. She looked up at him with a slight confusion, before her eyes took in the tenting of his trousers, sticking out aggressively -- her eyes widening. "Uncle Mervyn!" she exclaimed as he reached up to undo his trousers, yanking them and his grubby underpants down to his ankles. As he straightened up, his cock stiffly bouncing upon release with an almost audible "BOIYONGGGG!!". He heard Michelle gasp, seeing her wide eyed, almost comically shocked expression at being confronted by his raging hard, very angry looking 9 inches. Michelle was genuinely shocked, not only to be confronted by her dirty old uncle's fully erect cock, but also the sweaty thick musky smell which had permeated the room immediately he had dropped his trousers. Wrinkling her nose at the smell, she couldn't help but gasp as the thick shaft of her uncle flexed upwards as she noticed he was staring at her legs again. She couldn't quite believe an old man would become so hard, to say nothing of the impressive girth and size of his cock, which she would never have suspected. "This is the problem your legs cause Michelle...every single time I see you" he gurgled at her.